Josiah woke up to rain pattering against his roof, and dripping in through the window he left open the night before. It was the start of a new school semester at St. Hallows University. By now, Josiah was beginning to lose count of how many years had blurred together for him. He was no longer the rage-filled, fire-breathing beast of yore. Instead, he was tired, and he wanted to sleep in on this rainy day.

Still, he made a vow that no other creature should fall like his kin. He knew these young cryptics, monsters and beasts needed guidance to maneuver through the world of man. Who better to guide them than an immortal dragon?

He let out a long, dramatic groan as he forced himself to sit up and begin his day. He went through his normal school-year routine. Go for a run, take a shower, breakfast, pack his bag and lunch, then head to make sure his classroom hadn’t been infested by spiderwebs. As per usual, he brought a london fog with him on the go. It was another boring, uneventful morning. His routine went smoothly though, so he supposed that was a bright side.

He walked to school everyday. Driving never felt natural to him, a being who was used to once soaring through the skies. The umbrella over his head caused his ears to be full of the soft pitter-patter of the rain hitting the fabric. With the rain, a fog was settling over the city. He hummed a slow tune to himself, and wondered what this new school year would bring. He hoped for nothing.

He arrived on the outskirts of Ripton, where he spoke a Latin phrase, and the fog around the city completely engulfed him. Once it cleared, he found himself in Asterfell, directly in front of the university. He made his way to his classroom, nodding politely to those he recognized. The walls seemed to creak and moan at the arrival of another person.

“Oh, do be quiet,” he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose before he dragged his hand down his face. “It’s too early for the dramatics of this castle.”

He made it to his room, and sighed in relief when he found it free of spiderwebs. The janitors must have actually done their job this year.

As he began to unpack his bag, and make sure he had the supplies he had requested from the Headmaster, the door to the room burst open. Admittedly, this was new. He didn’t have time to think of much else before someone tripped and tumbled right into him, knocking them both onto his desk. He grunted upon impact, rubbing the back of his head before he noticed his london fog now spilled on the floor. He pressed his lips into a tight line as he looked up at the person on top of him.

“Do you always crash into people you don’t know, or is this a new ritual you’re trying? I will advise you now, I should be the last person you try it on,” he said, his voice blank.